usually when i'm somewhere else but in front of the computer, i have lots of stuff to rant about. i'm like "ooh this is gonna make a good blog" and i'd be excited the entire day thinking about it. the treadmill, me standing on a jeepney, the packed LRT as usual, me being too big aready, me being told i'm pretty if only i were thin, sitting beside a manny pacquiao lookalayk in the bus, the cigarette vendor, the view from the 37th floor, me hating this and loving that. i even think of a catchy first sentence. but on nights like this. after working for 8 hours, after talking for 8hours, after facing the computer for 8 hours, after sitting for 8 hours, after worrying about my metrics for 8 hours, after being in the sky (37th floor, rcbc tower) for 8 hours, after being stuck in a traffic jam and a packed LRT and after cooking dinner and washing the dishes, i end up writing this instead.
i hope that i'll be in a better blogging condition tomorrow.
ohhh. one last. i just heard manny pacquiao on tv and still can't believe he named his daughter queen elizabeth. (separate entry for that)
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